The old woman gave Florence an address in the town where, if there was no possible other way, she could ‘farm’ out her child, when she could get s...me cash behind her by working in one of the typical ‘workhouses’ of the day when women were obliged to work for a mere pittance or take to the streets But it was late September and getting colder, she would have to relent because she could hardly keep herself alive, let alone her four month old son. Gwendolene Pickering, a contemptuous woman who ran. ”I immediately looked at Morgan with eyebrows raised. She met my gaze, but didn’t say anything.I looked back at Grant and saw that behind the façade, Taylor was getting frustrated things weren’t playing out in her favor. “I won’t use any of the equipment,” I offered. “I’m just here to be company for Morgan and, uh, Taylor here.”Grant looked back towards Taylor and sighed heavily. “You’re gonna get me fired one of these days.”“For this or for the… y’know…?” Taylor teased him. “We haven’t been. Victoria wanted to dance and eventually I agreedto keep the peace. I was a reasonable dancer, as a guy, as I had hadballroom lessons. I naturally lead the first dance and then we switchedfor the second. Neither of us did very well being in the oppositeroles. I don't think anyone paid any attention to us.We moved to a large booth to free up the dining tables. There were twowomen amongst the crowd in the booth and they were chatting withVictoria. I could not hear all of the conversation. Those little bastards! Those fucking little turds! I’ll fucking kill them!”I said, “Military School is better for them. It’ll teach them discipline and strengthen their minds, bodies, and souls. It did wonders for my brother and I.”She said, “I can’t afford to send them off to Military School.”I replied, “I can!”She said, “If you do that…then…then I’ll owe you big time.”I smiled and said, “Well as a matter of fact…the reason that I came over here…was to ask you a favor.”She smiled and asked,.